On a Rainy Day

I wrote this a few days ago and posted it on my other blog, So Write. Now I'm sharing it with you. 

Right this second I want to be somewhere rainy, and cold, and Far Far Far away from this town, and my life.
I want to make tea for myself, and get out my journal and my computer and have time to myself to write.


I don't want to have to go to school tomorrow. Running a mile is not something I feel like doing at this time. Doing math does not sound appealing. Studying mnemonics does seem boring and uninteresting.
What I want to do is go somewhere I've never been, and write. I could write anything right now, but I'd really love to finish my book. I know I'm not yet half way done with the first draft, but once I'm finished with it, I'll feel so much better.



I told someone this, and they said, "You're just depressed."
No, I'm not depressed. I'm fed up. At this moment, It's time for me to have a little while to myself without having discussions about astrology, geometry, weight lifting, or solfege notes.

Right now, I need to be somewhere where It's quiet, and peaceful, and I don't have to worry about having an awkward conversation about how long I'll stay at each parent's house.


I want to be somewhere wet, clean, and alone. To get away from my life for a while, and just WRITE.
I desire a different setting right now. That is all.